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Bounty Girl 2

Koby x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5k

Contents: soft smut

Part One

For months, Koby remains on your mind. You keep thinking about how his lips felt, and how he tasted on your tongue. You're curious about his surgery scars and if what you felt was correct. Koby being trans wouldn't affect how you feel about him, not in the slightest. He seemed so nervous about you finding out though, back in that cell block.

You had guided your crew into a port town. As your crew docks on the outskirts of the harbor, your heart skips a beat as you catch sight of a familiar Marine vessel from the corner of your eye. You see the insignia of your beloved cadet's division on the hull, and another piece of you comes back to life. A piece that you only ignited when you were alone in your cabin.

You smile to yourself, making plans to visit the bar on the waterfront that night, hoping that Koby would be there. You decide to spend time in the town without your crew for the day, wanting to see if fate will once again lead you back to your marine's embrace. As you leave the docks, you hurry over to the most popular bar, the whole port is bustling with marines and you hope to whatever God will listen that you aren't caught again.

You enter The Watering Hole, just as the sun is setting. There's a decent mix of people in the crowd. Traders, merchants, fishermen and plenty of marines. You scan the mess of people for a familiar face, and your heart stutters when I catch a glimpse of pink hair. Koby's sitting at the bar with another marine, a blonde with an awful haircut. You move to take a seat at a table in the corner where he won't notice you. Your eyes soak in his appearance, he's gotten a bit leaner in the months that have passed.

The bar is busy this time of night, but your eyes are set on your target. You watch as Koby chats with the other marine, his expression and body language relaxed. He smiles and laughs along with the man, and you feel a pang of jealousy in your stomach. You scold yourself for your childish thoughts.

You continue to admire him and notice that although he's gotten leaner, he's also grown in many ways. His eyes seem to sparkle more, and there is a confidence to his demeanor. He still looks like the same Koby that you remember, yet something about him feels... transformed.

You watch from across the room, feeling the heat in your cheeks as your heart flutters.

His tie has been loosened and he sips from a glass of what looks to be beer. He talks casually with his friend, his smile making your stomach turn. He could light up a whole room with that smile, and yet he doesn't seem to know just how handsome he is. You finally build your courage and flag down a waitress. You order Koby a drink and tell the waitress to let him know it's from you.

You keep watching him talk so excitedly with his fellow marine. It's refreshing to see him happy, and it makes your mind go back to the first day you met.

As the waitress leaves an icy cold beer in front of Koby, you watch his mouth form an expression of confusion. The waitress tells him that the drink is from you, and Koby looks around the room before his eyes find on you.

He stares wide eyed, not quite believing that you are actually here again. You give him a cheeky smile and your heart jumps.

He stares back, the look on his face a mix of confusion, disbelief, and surprise. His eyes go back to his glass of beer as he takes a sip, and you wonder what thoughts are going through his head.

He glances back, the look on his face softening slightly as he sees your expression. He slowly stands up, saying something to the marine next to him and moves across the bar to the table where you are sitting.

He stands in front of you, his gaze fixed on yours as he tries to understand the situation he is placed in. "You've... you've come back?"

"Don't look so shocked, pretty boy. I told you we'd meet again, didn't I?" You look up at him, he's as handsome as ever and you can't control the smile that spreads on your face

He stares down, his heart racing as he takes in your face again for the first time since the day you escaped. You're even more beautiful than his imagination could ever hope to conjure, and he feels the butterflies dancing in his belly.

"W-Why have you come back?" He asks, his voice no more than a whisper. "I thought... I thought that might have been the end of it."

He can't help but flush as he looks down at you, his mind racing with the possibilities. There's hope in his gaze, but also a little fear.

I shrug a bit, glancing down at the table. I can't form a proper answer, at least not one that isn't just "I wanted to"

"I'm not sure, I guess… I just wanted to see your face again."

Your words are barely audible, but they hold a world of meaning to your beloved cadet. The sound of your voice sends a thrill through his soul, and he can't help but stare as he tries to understand why you have come back.

"I can't believe you're here," he whispers, "I thought that I would never get to see you again."

His gaze sweeps over your features as if making sure you're real. You realize that you didn't actually say goodbye, but you also haven't said hello again either. Your relationship feels as if it hangs in the balance.

You reach your hand up and grab his wrist, you notice a few marines staring, and you quickly turn away from the crowd. Hiding your face with your hair.

"I'd love to keep chatting, but your coworkers seem to have noticed us. If I book a hotel room, do you promise to meet me there?" You let go of his wrist and looked up at Koby with pleading eyes. You feel so childish for being so enthralled with this man you barely know and met in a prison cell.

Koby looks down at you with a mix of surprise and shock. "You want me to meet you at a hotel?"

His voice is filled with excitement, and he seems more than willing to leave the bar. His face warms as he realizes the situation he is in, and he can't hide his excitement from you.

"Of course, I'll meet you there as soon as I can get away," he says, his tone almost as a whisper as his cheeks turn pink.

"Perfect, I'll be at the Blue Moon hotel, room number 60." You grin at him, feeling your stomach fluttering. You quickly get up, brushing past the cadet and making your way out of the bar, rushing to the hotel to book the room.

You get the key card from the desk clerk and once you're in the room, the weight of what could happen crashes against your girlish fantasies. Koby could reject you, he could turn you back over to the marines, he could betray your trust. Or, he could give you the best night of your life.

You hurry inside the room, feeling the excitement build as you realize the possibilities of the night ahead. You take in the details of the room, and notice the double bed with the freshly changed sheets.

Your body fills with nervousness as you imagine yourself in that bed with Koby, his arms wrapped around you. Your mind is flooded with a rush of hormones, and you struggle to keep your thoughts at bay.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. Your heart races as you go to open the door, swallowing down your nervousness. As the wood creaks, you're greeted by Koby. He looks just as apprehensive as you feel, but he smiles as he sees you.

His heart falters in his chest, and his cheeks fill with blush as he looks at you. He stares, his body frozen by a mixture of shock and arousal. Koby's eyes drift down toward your neck, and he sees the slight flush of color there. He steps into the room, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.

You back into the room as he enters, you can't help but reach out and pull him by his tie, just like before. You tug his body against yours, and look up at him. Your eyes fill with mischief, silently daring him to kiss you first this time.

He can feel your breath on his neck. His thoughts go back to the kiss in the jail cell, and his body begins to respond.

He closes his eyes for a moment, and then his lips find yours. His kiss is filled with passion and desire, and he holds you close as he melts into your touch.

Your hands instinctively cup his jaw, then move to tangle in his hair. You lick his lips, and Koby obediently opens his mouth. Your tongue fills his mouth, and each sensation sends a rush of heat through his body. He pulls you closer, holding you tightly and embracing the heat of your bodies together. The sound of your kissing fills the room, the feeling of your wet lips taking him over the edge. He feels your fingernails scratching the back of his head, and he reaches a hand up to touch the curves of your body. His free hand runs down your back, and his fingers make their way to the hem of your shirt.

You pull back from the kiss, reaching up to pluck his glasses from his face. He goes to say something, but closes his mouth just as soon as it opens. You gently place the glasses on the dresser next to you and take his hand to lead him to the bed. You push him down by his shoulders so he's sitting at the edge, his body relaxes against the soft sheets and he looks up at you. Your hands run over his chest, and you feel those scars through the fabric of his shirt again. Koby tenses up as you trace them, you look down at him and his eyes go wide as he feels you trace the lines, he tenses and waits for the worst.

But your kiss comes, and he is filled with a sense of relief. He lets himself melt into you, and he pulls you close as he returns the kiss with fervor. Fingers still playing with the hem of your shirt, unsure of himself.

Your hands move to work at trying to undo his tie. You maneuver yourself to straddle him, caging him against the bed. You get more and more frustrated as you fiddle with his stupid tie.

Your frustration grows, and your body begins to heat up. You wriggle yourself close to his body, and he can feel the warmth of your skin. Your lips move down to where his tie is, your mouth finding his collar as you use your teeth to help with the stubborn knot.

Koby stutters, the feeling of your hot breath on his throat sends shivers up his spine. You finally get the knot loose and pull his tie off, throwing it to the floor triumphantly. Your hands start to unbutton his uniform, and lean closer to trace your lips against his jaw. Koby's heart flutters as you speak "You're so pretty you know that? You're more handsome than any man I've ever seen."

His breath catches in his throat when you call him "pretty". He has never been described as such before, and he feels a rush of emotions.

"I..." He struggles to find the right words, his thoughts and senses overwhelmed by your presence. "You're... you're beautiful beyond compare."

His words have your heart trembling and lighting something even lower. You finally get the last button of his shirt undone and push the fabric off his narrow shoulders. You can't help but blush as you rake your eyes over his pale skin. He's absolutely perfect, and you feel a throbbing sensation in your cunt. Koby doesn't meet your eyes, the wall behind seems much more interesting to him as he waits for you to reject him. He's worried that the revelation of his past will drive you away.

But you don't care. It doesn't change your feelings for him, or how you see him. In fact, it makes him even more endearing in your eyes. He's something new, something softer, and kinder than traditional men.

As your fingers brush against his scars, you lean in and kiss one of them, your lips grazing lightly against the raised pink skin. The scars are jagged, and seem to have been poorly cut. Your heart aches at the pain he must have gone through.

You slowly push him back against the bed, his back hits the mattress with a soft thud. His breath catches in his chest and you can almost hear his heartbeat. Your lips find his neck, and you begin to suck bruises into his soft skin. His hands tug at your shirt, and he whimpers helplessly.

"Not so high.. I don't– I don't want to get in trouble."

You smile and move lower, he trembles as you nip the skin on his collarbone. His hands tug at your shirt again, his desperation becoming more and more clear. He can't handle the sensations racing through his body, and he whimpers as he can feel your teeth digging into him. You can hear his breath coming in short, rapid bursts as his body responds to you.

Your hands move down his torso to explore his scars, and your fingers begin to lightly caress them. You can feel the tension in him grow stronger with your touch, and you can tell that it's making a difference.

You ghost your fingers over his nipples, teasing and circling them as you feel his reaction to your touch. His breath comes out in a sharp hiss, his body trembling slightly as he fights for control. You drink in his moans, then shift to press your thigh between his legs. Koby jumps as feels the friction, a whine rumbling in his throat. He pulls your shirt up, and his soft fingers rub at the skin over your ribs.

He wants your shirt off, and you know it, but you want to see how far you can push him before he takes a bit of control. Your legs settle on either side of his thigh, and the weight of your body makes him moan. He can feel the heat of your arousal, and he shudders with the intense sensation of it.

Koby looks up at you, making soft and quiet little sounds as the tension leaves his body. You begin to sink down, sliding off his thigh and kneeling on the floor in front of Koby. You glance up at him, his whole torso is flushed pink and the color accentuates the deep purple bruises on his chest.

"Can I make you feel good sweetheart?" You smirk, your own arousal growing as you stare into his eyes. Your hands grip the outside of his thighs, and you eagerly wait for him to tell you yes.

His heart is threatening to beat out of his chest, he lets out a shaky sigh and looks away from you.

"I'm- I'm not. I don't-" Koby stutters trying to find the words to explain what you already know.

"I know, baby. I don't care. I wanna make you feel good, and I know you can make me feel good too." You rub circles into his thighs and smile softly at him.

He's still a nervous wreck, but he finally looks at you again. "I don't know how."

"I'll teach you. Just tell me if you want to stop." Your words are soothing, and he nods lightly.

"Can you- can… I want to see you- Your body. I want to see your body too." Koby gets a stride of confidence with his last sentence and your gentle smile stretches into a wicked smirk.

"Of course, sweet boy."

You stand up, and his eyes follow you. Your shirt comes off first, meeting Koby's on the floor. Then you work your way out of your bra, his eyes burning with desire as familiarizes himself with your skin.

Koby bites his bottom lip and can't help but stare at your tits as you throw your bra to the floor. He swallows hard and props himself up on his elbows.

"Like what you see?" You tease a bit and push your tits up before letting them fall with a bounce.

"Yes." He says with no hesitation, eyes flicking up to yours. You lean over him, placing your hands on either side of his waist and start to crawl up his body.

Using your hand, you push him back down on the bed. His eyes move from yours and stare at your exposed skin once more. You straddle his hips and grab his wrists, he seems so fragile underneath you.

Koby allows you to guide his hands over your boobs, he trembles as his soft palms meet your skin.

"Squeeze them a little." your voice is just above a whisper and he obeys. He kneads the skin in his hands, entranced with the feeling. You sigh as his touch sends sparks through your body. Your hands relax against his, allowing him to have free reign over his movements.

He uses his thumbs to rub over your nipples, watching them pebble at the attention they're getting. Koby seems completely entranced with the feeling of your tits in his hands.

You lean down and kiss him again, rocking your hips against his. He whimpers at the friction on his cunt, and you smile.

"Can I take your clothes off?" You cup his cheek in one hand, and your words are gentle. He nods nervously, and you peck his lips in reassurance before sliding down his body.

You hook your fingers into the hem of his pants and boxers then slide them down his thighs, they meet with the rest of your clothes on the floor. He watches cautiously, and as his pretty pussy is exposed, you feel your own ache.

"Fuck baby, you're so pretty." You whisper and his whole body heats up at your words. "Can I touch you?"

"Please." He whimpers, barely a second after your words.

Your fingers trace his thighs and he tenses, you rub soothing circles and practically gawk at his drooling cunt. You press a finger between his folds and collect his slick. Koby's whole body jolts as if he was shocked, a loud gasp emitting from his throat.

"It's okay baby, let me take care of you." You suck his slick from your finger and he whines. You can almost see his clit throb at your actions.

The room is soon filled with moans, the sticky sounds of slick, and wet kisses. Your fingers open him up, and curl inside his cunt, then he's cumming on them soon enough. You soothe his body and kiss him until he's done twitching.

Koby begs you to teach him how to touch you.

You guide his hand, show him how to rub your clit, and how to dip his fingers into your needy pussy. He watches with fascination as he experiments with his fingers. He's a fast learner and quickly notes how your body reacts.

It isn't long before your back arches and short gasps leave your mouth, Koby rubs fast circles on your clit as his fingers work overtime on your sweet spot. You gush onto his fingers with a long whine, and he watches in awe as you come down from you high.

You lay next to each other, both of you breathless and exhausted. Your bodies are pressed together, still feeling the after effects of the night before.

At that moment, it feels like time has stood still. The two of you are alone together, and the world outside the four walls of the room might as well not even exist.

You feel satisfied, your body exhausted but the feeling of euphoria coursing through your veins. The sound of his breathing makes you feel safe, the smell of his skin the sweetest perfume you've ever known.

After a long pause of silence, both of your heartbeats even out and your breathing slows. Koby moves to get out of bed, and you grab his wrist, not wanting him to go.

"Where are you going?" you whisper in the silence as he prepares to leave. You can't bear to let go of him, not yet.

He turns towards you, his eyes meeting yours. The look in his eyes causes you to shudder, the feeling of his gaze almost too much to bear.

He doesn't move to get out of bed, instead choosing to sit down beside you and pull you close. He wraps his arms around your waist, his breath tickling your ear.

"I don't want you to leave. I just got you back." You whisper against his neck. You know he has to go, he has to get back to the marine ship, he can't stay even if you weren't a pirate.

Your words fill him with the tiniest flicker of hope, but he knows it would be impossible for him to stay.

"I... I have to go," he says, his voice soft and almost a whisper. His arms hold you tight, and he buries his face in the crook of your neck as he pulls you closer.

"The ship is going back to the base, I can't just not show up," he says, his words filled with conflict. He wants to stay, but he can't ignore his responsibilities either.

You whine a bit, then pull back to look into his eyes. You stare as though you'll never see him again, and for all you know that might be true. You absorb his features, drinking him in, admiring his soft skin, blue eyes and plush lips. Your hand moves to brush through his pink hair. "What if... What if you came with me?"

His heart melts as you stare into his eyes, studying them as if he were an exotic and rare creature.

"W-what if I came with you?" he whispers. The notion sends a jolt of panic through him, but there's also a slight flicker of hope. "Y-you want me to come with you?"

A wave of emotions crashes through him, and he takes in your expression in the dim light. You want him to come with you? He can't believe his ears.

A look of uncertainty crosses his face, as he worries that he's somehow misinterpreting your words. "W-what about the marines? I... I can't abandon them," he says in an unsure tone.

He looks at you, and you can see the uncertainty in his eyes. He's clearly torn between his duty and his desire.

You look down at the sheets, you know it's too much to ask of him. "You're right.. I'm sorry."

"It's...it's fine," he says softly. You can tell that his response is a bit half-hearted, that he wants to be with you but knows that he can't put you before his duties.

He gives your hand a squeeze, trying to offer you what comfort he can. And in that moment, he realizes just how strong his feelings for you are. He can't believe how much he hurt at the thought of refusing you.

"Can I ask you something?" he asks softly after a moment. You nod, looking up at him. "Mhm?"

He looks at you intently. "Do...do you love me?"

It's a loaded question, and you can tell that he's struggling to find the words. He looks down at you, the desire in his eyes making his words feel all the more important. He can't bear the thought of leaving you, not after everything you've shared tonight. And if you love him, maybe there might be a way.

"If you love me, maybe I can stay.. I don't want to leave you so soon... and not when we're like this," he whispers.

Your heart wrenches at his words, and you ponder for a moment. "Koby, I-.." You pause, searching for the words. You met him once, months ago, this is the first night you've shared together, perhaps the only one you'll get. You want to say yes, you want to tell him that you love him and live in the fairytale you've made in your head. You know you can't though, he's a marine and you're a pirate. You need to put your girlish dreams aside and look at the bigger picture. "Koby, I don't know."

His heart breaks when you speak, but he can't say he truly expected anything else. He feels empty in this moment, his body frozen and unable to say, or do anything.

"I understand... it's okay," he says softly. You can tell that his words are half hearted, and the disappointment in his expression is written all over his face. "What... what will happen to us now?" he asks after a moment. "Did this all mean nothing to you?"

"It meant everything to me. That's the problem." a sob racks through your body. "I can't have you, without one of us leaving the life we want to live." Your tears begin to fall hot and heavy down your cheeks

His eyes go wide when he sees your tears, and his lips curl downwards in sadness. He didn't want to get your hopes up, but he can't help but feel saddened by your response.

He squeezes your hand and then brings his up to your face, wiping your tears away with his thumb. "It meant everything to you, too?"

"I... I know... I want to say that I could give up the marines, the life that I've wanted for so long," he says with a sigh. "But I know it wouldn't be right…"

"Then don't.. What's the harm in having a little fun when you're off duty?" Your eyes trail his body, then flick back to his eyes.

You continue speaking, "When in bed with you, I'm not a pirate and you're not a marine. You're a man, and I'm a woman and we're two people having sex and loving one another." You bring your arm up to hold his hand on your cheek.

Your words cause his heart to pick up speed, and he looks deeply into your eyes. "You're�� you're right," he whispers softly. "When we're here, when the world outside is gone, we're not a marine and a pirate. We're just two people together... having fun."

His body relaxes into you, his hand squeezing tightly against your cheek. In that moment, he doesn't want to ever leave your side. He wants to stay with you where the outside world can't exist.

If it's illegal for him and against the pirate code for you, then so be it. This feels too damn good to let go.

You begin to lay back down on the bed, pulling his wrist as you do. He goes along with you, laying back and you lay your head on his chest with your arms around him. You can feel the heat of his body, and his breathing slows down as the tension within him eases.

You nuzzle into his skin, your body pressed close against his. He feels safe in your arms, and you can feel his heart beating softly underneath your ear. You press your head against him, and he wraps his arms around you to hold you close.

Koby opens his eyes the next morning, the sun dances through the curtain and across his skin. He reaches next to him, the bed is empty. He stares at the empty space next to him, and his stomach drops when the realization hits him. You're gone.

He glances around the room, prepared to get dressed and have his walk of shame back to the ship. He goes to grab his glasses from the desk and notices a note beneath them. Koby smiles softly as he sees the lipstick stain you've so delicately signed it with.

His eyes skim the letter as he reads your words, and a slight blush creeps across his face. You didn't want to leave him so soon either, but you had your own path in life to follow. You hoped that maybe your paths would cross again in the future.

He reads the letter again and again, each time savoring the words.

Koby,

I'm not ready to let you go. We can still just be a man and woman, every few weeks. Your marine ship plans on docking in Mocha City, two weeks from today.

What a coincidence, since my crew plans on doing some trading there around the same time.

Meet me at the Sundae Inn, the same night you dock. If you don't want anything to do with me, disregard this letter.

Bounty Girl

He stares at the letter, the words hitting him with a strange mix of excitement and concern. What has he gotten himself into?

He knows that the Marines would never allow for something like this. He's supposed to be hunting pirates, not sleeping with one. And yet...

He smiles, knowing that he can't let you go either. It's too soon, and perhaps there's still a chance that there's more for you in this unlikely future.

Koby folds the letter up and puts it in his pocket as he prepares to go back to the marine ship.

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fakeboycorrection · 11 months ago

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Fakeboy story time! Back in action for all you fakeboys.

It actually started off in a kind of boring way. You'd been dating your boyfriend for about a year now. When you met him, you were already out as a trans man, so there was never any confusion, never any misgendering, nothing like that. In fact, if anyone called you by the wrong pronouns in public, he was actually the first to stand up for you. That's why you were kind of surprised the first time he brought it up when you were in bed.

"Wouldn't it be kind of hot if you wore lingerie while we fucked?" He said while you were kissing his neck lightly. It wasn't the weirdest request in the world. Plenty of men wore stuff like that for fun with their partners.

So you gave in. He picked some out online, it arrived a few days later, and that night, the two of you had the best sex you'd ever had.

The fact it was so good should have been a warning sign to you.

It started out with just lingerie. Then, he started having you wear some lipstick, telling you it was just so you could leave lipstick marks on his neck when you kissed him.

Then it moved on to him groping your tits during sex. You'd told him never to do it, it made you dysphoric as hell, but there he was, doing it anyways. In the heat of the moment, you were too horny to complain, but afterwards you brought it up, he apologized, and you thought that would be the end of it.

But it wasn't.

The next time the two of you started fucking, he immediately started to grab your chest. You pushed him away, protesting loudly, but you were met with a smack in the face.

"You're mine. You don't get to tell me what I can and can't touch." The seriousness in his voice scared you, but the dominance turned you on, flooding your hole with wetness. You decided to go along for the ride, letting him touch wherever he wanted, getting off harder than you had in years. Afterwards, you didn't even think to bring it up. It felt natural, so it must be okay.

The next time you two fucked, things went further. Maybe too far.

Just a few minutes into pounding you from behind, your boyfriend lent in behind your ear, practically growling the words.

"You're such a good girl for me."

And the crazy thing is, you didn't even say anything back. You didn't complain. You didn't remind him that you were a man. You just moaned. Like a good girl.

After that, everything changed. It was clear he didn't see you as a man anymore. You came home the next day and found him in your closet, throwing out all of your manly clothes and replacing them with feminine ones, ones that showed off the tits you were so "dysphoric" about, ones that said things that went against all of your beliefs, labelling you as "Daddy's Girl" and other objectifying phrases. He'd bought you sets of makeup and left them on your dresser, ready to be applied, right next to a paper saying you were scheduled for breast enlargement surgery. And what did you do? Stand up for yourself? Declare your manhood and show him how wrong he was? Kick him out for doing so much harm to your trans identity?

No.

You knelt down on the ground right then and there and gave him the best blowjob that a real man could ever ask for, sucking gleefully as he moaned your real name.

You were never really happy as a man, you can see that now. Because you were always meant to be a dumb, cock sucking bimbo.

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v7lgar · 3 months ago

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for @star4daisy, this is very late but happy birthday!

trans!reg tw: dubcon, taking virginity, blood mention and dirty talk

“You can trust me,” James breathed right under Regulus’ ear. He pressed soft kisses and it tickled. “I got you, baby.”

Regulus trusted him but at the same time, he didn't want to trust him. He wanted James to do whatever he wants to do to him. He didn't want to have a saying in it. He wanted him to look at him and think, Yeah, no. I am doing it on my way.

Maybe they didn't talk about this often but he was sure he hinted a few times that what he actually wanted. What he needed desperately. Because it was a sensitive subject to be vocal about. He didn't want to tell James beforehand. He wanted him to take a fucking hint.

“Look at this pretty hole,” James spread his ass cheeks and slapped one of them playfully, “I want to ruin it.”

Fuck, yes.

Regulus grabbed his legs under his knees and pulled them until he showed both his holes, waiting to be fucked hard. But that was the thing, he was still a virgin.

He could sense the animal that is sleeping in James. He just needed to poke it until it woke up. He didn't want to be desperate for it, because it would kill all the fun. But there wasn't much he could do too.

“Fuck, you are soaking wet.”

James pressed his veiny cock between Regulus’ wet folds and slowly grind between them and fuck. He was so close to seeing the stars.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do about it?”

James didn't answer, he spit on his cock that is between Regulus’ swollen pussy lips. And he spread it to his clit by using his dick.

“What if you get hurt? Have you ever thought about it?”

James wasn't concerned, he was just really curious.

Regulus grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down until his lips touched his ear.

“I don't fucking care.”

And James laughed, slowly standing straight, his eyes were devouring his cunt and Regulus wanted more.

“Oh, you shouldn't have told me that.”

Regulus moaned when he started moving his hips, gliding between his swollen folds, he could feel that he was leaking on the bed but he didn't care. He wanted to get fucked, he wanted to make it hurt. He was addicted to it.

“Why?” He breathed hardly.

“Because of this.”

With a quick, sudden move James pulled back until he directed the tip of his cock to Regulus’ virgin pussy and pushed all the way in.

And Regulus screamed from the top of his lungs. He never experienced this kind of pain, ever.

“FUCK!”

“Yeah, that's right baby. Such a tight pussy you have here. Gonna make it worth it to make you bleed.”

Regulus’ was in shock, the pain was all he could feel and James fucking did what he was thinking all night. What he was thinking all the time whenever they were making out. He took his virginity without asking him or making it awfully slow. He took it like it was his birthright.

And that turned him on so much that he felt his body was descending to heaven.

“James.”

“Fuck, I've been dreaming about your pussy since the day I saw you.”

Regulus felt like dying.

“Oh, fuck—”

James pulled back and slammed hard, pounding into his virgin hole as if it belonged to him only. The sound of their skins slapping against each other made his blood boil.

“James, James, James!”

“Fuck, the way you are clenching around me. Do you want me to stuff you with my cock before sleeping? Because I can do that, love. I can fill you with my cum and feed it to your cunt all night. Even when you are sleeping.”

“Oh, fuck— fuck, yes!”

“Fuck, look at this,” He pulled out and spit on his bleeding cunt and shoved his cock in a one ruthless move. Regulus kept screaming his name over and over again.

“This,” He grabbed him by the chin and make him look into his eyes and thrusted inside of him hard, “Fucking belongs to me, do you hear me?”

“Yes, yes! He is yours, I am yours. Fuck me harder, I want it more.”

James laughed and it was sinister, “Greedy, are you?”

Regulus could not answer, he only kept screaming his name everytime he pushed all the way inside. The pain turned into a masochistic pleasure. And he was so close, he was already right there when James took his virginity without asking.

“Gonna fuck you so good, make it bleed like its the first time over and over again. Do you hear me?”

Regulus could only scream, “Yes!”

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #microfic #regulus black #james potter #trans regulus black #my boy gets what he wanted #don't be ashamed by ur kinks reggie #there is no kink shaming in this house #ao3 #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #daisy tag #HOPE U LIKE IT

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normansnt · 9 months ago

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Short Kings

(Hazbin Lucifer x trans male reader)

Warnings: noooonnneeee(:

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You were looking in the mirror at your fresh scars. You were born in hell...as a biological female sadly. At least coming out to anyone was not a problem due to you not having anyone.

This only changed when you were already a grown up. You kept yourself alive by breaking into rich looking houses and stealing stuff that you could sell for good money.

This is how you met your boyfriend of today as well, the big dick behind it all: Lucifer.

You wanted to rob his house in the middle of the night, but you just had to stop and look at a very cute tubber duck and this was when you got caught.

However he didn't really seem mad that you wanted to rob him. He even asked you to stay and have a cup of tea with him. Which at the end turned into you hugging him while he cried into your shoulder about how he has not seen his daughter in years and his wife left him.

While he was renting to you, you noticed that it stoped suddenly. He fell asleep, 'great' you thought.

Even though you had a shitty life, you were not a shitty person. You didn't hate the rich people you stole from you knew that thats just how it is one are lucky some aren't.

So you brought him to his bed. While you laid him down on his bed you took an actual good look at him. 'He's cute' you thought to yourself.

'And very fucking mentally damaged' you thought right after.

You wanted to leave, but something held you back. For some reason you felt for this little man. Also it has been a long while since you have slept in an actually comfortable bed so you decided to stay the night.

Little did you know you'd never leave after that.

And that you amazing boyfriend would be the reason you can finally be closer to your real self.

"My love" you heard your kings voice from besides you as he put his hands around your waist and put his chin on your shoulder.

"Those scars look rewashing on you" he commented while kissing your shoulder.

"My handsome, boyfriend" he continued to whisper praises while you smiled lightly.

You loved him so much.

"You know I'm really happy you tried to rob me" he mumbled into your shoulder.

You laughed at that.

"Yeah sure its cuz you found a boyfriend who is shorter than you" you got back at him.

"REALLY, ok now see I really don't think you're in the situation to be making short jokes" he said while putting his forearm on the top of your head and leaning on it.

"OK WOOOW big talk small guy" you said while elbowing him in the gut. In reaction to this he bent down in pain clutching his stomach.

You lifted his chin up with your hand and kissed him.

"Well, I don't mind being hit in the gut if this comes after" he told you as you both stood and he put his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him.

"You really look amazing" he said while looking at you. And this time it was truly you. Without the binder and yet still feeling amazing.

"Thank you" you whispered back as you two touched your foreheads together.

"Sooo...what do you say we celebrate my boyfriend finally feeling good in his body" he said after some time smiling cheekily.

"Oh, I'd be more than happy too my love." You smirked back as he took your hand and lead you to you guys's bedroom.

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YALL THIS IS DEFINITELY ONE OF MY MOST FAVS HAZBIN FICS I HAVE EVR WRITTEN ITS SO SWEET😭

I LOVE LUCIFER SM🫠

Its also the first trans man fic I have ever written (which is quite sad looking at the fact that I'm a trans man myself😭)

BUT I SHALL DO BETTER IN THE FUTURE I PROMISE🫡🏳️‍⚧️🧡

Also I just wanna thank you guys again for all the love yall are amazing fr🥹🧡

I hope you enjoyed your reading ladies, gentleman and others, good afternoon good evening and good night🦖🧡

#male y/n #trans man #trans reader #hazbin x you #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x male reader #lgbtqia #hazbin lucifer #lucifer x reader

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hhonghu · 2 years ago

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You don't have to answer this if it makes you uncomfortable.

But imagine yan!trans!scara babytrapping you because he was scared of you leaving him because he wasn't the Kubokimono that you were in love with all those centuries ago. But you were surprisingly happy that Scara was pregnant, and that you wanted to raise the child with him. And you wanted to celebrate by stuffing his cunt with more of your cum, if only you knew that your darling was far from the naive innocent Kubokimono you once knew.

[Thirst]!

yan!trans!scara is so real for this, absolute girlboss!! what's a better way to get you tied down to him for the rest of your life is a baby ofc!! i researched so this should be an afab!trans!scara ? usage of female anatomy ! correct me if im wrong (bc i feel like i wrote this absolutely wrong and ill rewrite it)!

he would be biting his nails, nervousness and paranoia taking over him as he thinks deeply. there's a possibility you'll still leave him. he was no longer the kabukimono you once knew; sweet, kind, curious, and naïve about the world and of course, you. you just can't let him go, he belonged to you! he was everything to you and he still is! the thought was haunting him, he's yours so don't leave!

he's thinking of ways to make you stay forever: sex? a lot of that and mire. money? you're too humble, money doesn't sway you too much. he tugs on his hair in frustration, racking his brain for anything, anything that won't make you leave him ever. then, a thought pops in.

a baby.

you were soft with children, even back in inazuma. despite you having work, you were willing to look after children when parents would come to you for help. you let them do as they please, running around and playing, even calling for you and him to join. and even at times, they would ask to play house. "kabukimono will be our mother, [name] will be his spouse, and we will be your children!" you would chuckle and agree, cooing how you and him would be great parents to them.

and so he had a plan. he'll have you fuck him pregnant. stuff him full of your cum and reach his womb, ensuring that he'll be pregnant with your child. that's it, it's the perfect plan! all he has to do now is put it into action. he prepared everything; he'll clear your schedule for a whole week and have you fuck him on his most fertile day, just to be sure.

and today was the day!

you were informed and relieved of your workload by scara's subordinates and shooed to his quarters, "lord scaramouche says he awaits you in his room." you headed for his room all the while wondering why the sudden vacation. maybe you've been working too hard? you had been busy with fatui work lately so it could be that he did this so he can have you all to himself. cheeky boy. you finally arrived and knocked on his door, "scara, i'm coming in." you twist the knob and head inside, "it's quite nice of you to let me relax for the week, we should—" you freeze, eyes landing on a beautiful sight.

scara was sitting down on the edge of the bed, legs crossed and wearing a pretty purple lingerie that matches his eyes, straps and lace hugging his body beautifully. you stare and eye him all over while scara was absolutely bathing in your attention, smirking. "like what you see, [name]?" he stands up and approaches you, his steps coquettish and cunning, his hips swaying and you watch. he reaches his finger to trace the outline of your jaw to your chin and you still stare, stunned of what he was doing, how he was acting. scara wraps his arms around your neck, his chest coming in contact with yours. "keep staring, i like this.." he mutters, taking in the attention you're giving him. it was working!

you finally snapped out of your daze, your hands coming up to his waist and squeezing it. "well, aren't your surprising?" you smile, "does this come with the vacation too?" he knew what he was doing to you, getting himself all prettied up all for you was one of the things that gets you going. scara nods, lips curling into a smile, "my [name] has been working so hard to stay by my side, surely you deserve a reward, no?" his body sways, tempting you more. "come to bed and let me help you relax."

"guuhh— ohhhh, fuck♡! [name]! hahh—" scara pants, skin slapping heard in the room and his moans getting louder. "that's right, darling. ride me mmmm— harder," scara's eyes were unfocused, his hips slamming his ass up and down on your cock, his cum dripping down his thighs down to your stomach. you reach for his clit, rubbing frantically and his back arches, his pussy clenching as he feels his orgasm coming. "nghhh— you're fucking my pussy hgnhh— fhuck♡! fuck my pussy so good [name] ah, ah, ah♡!", "my hole was made for you to oooohh— fuck♡! all yours, all yours, all yours!", "yesyesyes, 'm gonna cum, you're gonna— ohhhhh, nghhh— i'm gonna fucking cum♡!♡" his hips comes to stop and he squirts with a pop, his juices drenching your cock and stomach. your fingers still kept on rubbing on his puffy clit and watch in fascination as he jerks around from overstimulation. he was starting to feel tired, orgasm after orgasm washing over his body and you still have yet to cum inside him. he can't have that, he won't.

he regains his composure, he'll have your cum in him if that's the last thing he'll ever do and the rest can come after. he slowly realigns himself on your cock, teasing his hole with your tip. "we're not stopping, [name]." you hear him mutter, "you're going to stuff my pussy with your cum until its overflowing, until you can't fit more inside. we won't stop." he slams down on you, mewling as feels your tip touch his cervix. he leans down his body and went in for a kiss, his hips bringing itself up and down on your cock. he moans into your mouth as he kept going faster, his pussy gushing around you. "mmph— that's it, [name]. fuck into my pussy and nhghh— cum in it, don't you dare stop♡!" he screams, lost in pleasure as you wrap your arms around his torso and slowly rise your hips meet his thrusts, his pussy felt so good around you, felt too good even.

you finally cum inside him, groaning as you feel him tighten around and milk you for all your worth. you can hear him sigh happily and nuzzle in your neck, his ass wiggling as he feels your cum spurt inside him. you catch your breath and thought, so much for relaxing. all the while you were recover, scara was smiling to himself. you finally caved in and he'll finally get you to stay for all eternity.

2-3 weeks passed by (and a whole fuck fest), scara was already experiencing symptoms of pregnancy; from morning sickness to backache, he knew he finally got what he wanted and he couldn't be more happy. you were worried about his constant sickness, thinking you've gotten overboard with your sex with him and had him rest and attended to by trusted subordinates and you (reader is dense idk why get the hint!!!). it wasn't until one night, after a long night of fatui work and coming back to check in on him, scara pats the free space beside him. "[name], come lie down, i missed you today." you obliged, taking your coat off and gently lying down next to him. you wrapped your arm his waist and sighed, "how are you feeling, darling? i was told the doctor came in today, what did he say?" your subordinates seemed to have refused to tell you the diagnosis, telling you that scara forbade them and that he was to tell you instead. you prepared for the worst, thinking of every possibility and dreading if you have somehow put him and his body in danger.

"[name], promise me something first?" you gulp, there it is, it's definitely bad. you nod with no hesitation, taking his hand and intertwining it with yours. "anything." scara smiles, "promise me that you won't leave me. stay with me for the rest of eternity." you nod, "of course i will, i love you, darling. you know that you're my eternity, i will never leave you.", "then lend me your ear." you nervously lean your ear to him and he cups his hand, as if to tell you a secret in a whisper.

"i'm pregnant, [name]."

you stay still for a few seconds before your eyes widens, turning your head to fully face him. scara tries to hold his laugh as you search his eyes for any sign that he was joking, but you can't. "d-darling, you can't—" you sound out of breath, your heart beating in your chest. "did i hear that right? are you really pregnant, darling?" your hand comes to his stomach and caress it, taking him by surprise as he nods. a few tears formed in your eyes before it streams down your face and you gently hug him, kissing the top of his head. scara was stunned but he was overjoyed, were you happy? were you crying because he was pregnant with your child? "my darling, i'm so happy to hear that. i finally get to be a parent with you.." he can hear you exhale in content, your body slightly shaking. but then you snap out of your daze, "wait, do you want this too? i.. i—" panic begins to envelope you, what if he didn't want to have the child with you? but scara consoles you and smiles, wiping your tears away. "of course i do, i want to carry your children, [name]. i want us to have a family together so let this be the start of it." you can't stop yourself from sobbing, hugging him once again and he cries a bit with you, happiness overflowing that night.

after you two calmed down, you begin to lightly discuss the future with him. a new house somewhere quiet, baby names, a new room.. scara was feeling euphoric and couldn't help but stare at you with love. "let's rest for the night, we have a whole day ahead of us." scara stops you as you tried to cover you two with a blanket. "[name]..", "yes? do you need something?" he wraps his leg around you, bringing you close and grinding down on you. "why don't.. we celebrate? i promise we'll be careful, just need you in me.. come on. [name]♡."

what in insatiable boy you have.

sorry for the long wait fgassfsdfsd TT;; i got slapped with work out of nowhere, dw tho i'll be replying to thirst in my inbox so don't fret >:) thank you for the food anon!! i'm looking forward for more thirsts hehee

#ems.writes #ems.nsfw #ems.thirsts #scaramouche smut #sub scaramouche #sub!scaramouche

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stinkysam · 1 year ago

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Vinsmoke Sanji - Oh boy.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "Sanji falling for an ftm „he / they“ reader and feeling conflicted not only because that’s the first time he ever realized he liked a guy but also because he never even FLIRTED with a guy (...) And all in all just being awkward and waaaaay overthinking this just because he’s very much a confused newly discovered bisexual as well as „first time trans ally“ and is trying his best. Extra points: Reader immediatly knows what’s up and is just like „lol. : )“ because he thinks Sanjis awkward fumbling is adorable, before he puts Sanji out of his misery and goes „I like you. Wanna go out on a date sometimes?“" - anon

Reader : male (he/they/you)

A/N : Part TWO

Sanji likes women.

That's a fact everyone knows.

Or thought they knew.

So you can guess his surprises when he realizes his feelings for you ; a man. Not believing he could think such things with you !

Why is he caring who you're looking at ? Or why does he suddenly care about the way your eyes shine ? Or how you smile and how cute it is ? Why does his heart beat faster each time you compliment his cooking, your hand gently resting on his chest ? You could probably feel the way it was pounding under your palm.

He goes through a small stage of denial. And thinks he's being an asshole because he still sees you as a woman. Which he doesn't but his feelings make him think he's being transphobic and he absolutely hates it.

Because you're a man and he sees you as such. So when he finally realizes he's not transphobic but just bi he relaxes a bit.

And now he's scared. Because what if you don't feel the same ? Right ?

Or worse ? What if you think what he thought ? That he's being a transphobe and still seeing you as a woman ? What if he starts flirting and you see it disrespectful ?

Wait, how does he even flirt with a man ?

He doesn't know how to do it with any man, or with you, for that matter. You don't flirt with a man the same way you flirt with a lady. Right ?

Would you like to be called handsome ? Or perhaps pretty ? Or is pretty too feminine and you'd prefer handsome ? Or maybe you don't mind and like both ? Would you like flowers ? He wouldn't mind receiving them so maybe you wouldn't mind either ?

God, why is it so hard flirting with a man ?

He's really uncertain so he prefers to start with compliments. Your clothing, your hairstyle, your fighting…

He wants to start small in hope you see it as him being serious with you.

When he eventually starts flirting he's still really shy and unsure, fumbling on his words and stuttering.

The sentence he had prepared for you leaves his brain the second he opens his mouth.

But then !? You flirted back ?! You winked at him and invited him for dinner at a restaurant on the island you stopped at ?!

W h a t ! ?

He feels his heart burst in his chest. Just simply exploding. BOOM.

He's at a loss for words as he tries to smile. How does one smile by the way ? He's so happy he forgot. He's so sheepish he almost doesn't answer, giggling a little before finally accepting your offer.

Suddenly he's hoping he didn't read it wrong and you really flirted back.

"No, because, they could've invited me to be nice. Or maybe he also invited the others as well ? What if it's just not us two and I come with flowers like a fool ? I have to ask them. But will I look stupid if I do so ? …" He thought to himself.

"Um, just to make sure we're on the same page, [Name], it's a uh… d-"

"Date, yeah. Tomorrow night." You say with a small smile, slightly proud of yourself as you look into his eyes.

You swear you could see the way the air got stuck in his throat as he stopped breathing.

"Okay." He started, still sheepish. "Good." And with that he turns around and leaves. He doesn't know where he's going but he's definitely going somewhere. He needs a walk to calm down anyway.

Not that the food was bad the other times but you ate extra good this evening. You had plenty of choice and even Luffy didn't know where to start.

#male reader #m!reader #ftm!reader #trans reader #one piece imagine #one piece #one piece x male reader #one piece live action #opla imagine #opla x male reader #opla sanji #opla #sanji x reader #sanji x male reader #sanji #vinsmoke sanji #vinsmoke sanji x male reader #vinsmoke sanji imagine

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chaos-in-deepspace · 27 days ago

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LADS Xavier: The Experiment | NSFW

I'd like to start this by saying...this fic ain't for everyone. It has pussy Xavier in it, something I adore because he'd be so cute with one. If you don't like that concept, don't read this. Never forget: If something doesn't appeal to you, then it wasn't made with you in mind. This is for all the homies that want to eat out their boyfriend Xavier.

❧ Pairings Xavier x Reader ❧ Warnings: Trans Xavier, Bottom Xavier, Top Reader, Cunnilingus, Face Sitting, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting ❧ Synopsis: It started with an article you had found online about how to make your partner...well squirt. Of course you had to try it out on your boyfriend...but first you needed to wait for him to wake up. ❧ Word Count: 7.2k

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Xavier

The Experiment

You had been waiting all night for the perfect opportunity to annoy your beloved boyfriend. He had gotten home late from a mission and practically stumbled into bed. It took all you could to coax him to at least shower and clean up before he went to bed, but you had managed. Curled up all night beside him was always nice, but you just couldn't find it in you to fall asleep just yet..

He had practically wrapped his entire body around you all night, his head placed in the back of your neck as he let out gentle snores. It had been sweet for the most part, but the position allowed you to still play on your phone as his arms wrapped around your midsection. You had been doom scrolling the entire time and eventually went back to an article you had seen previously in the day.

You had to literally stop yourself from reading it over and over again, knowing that until Xavier woke up you wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. All you had managed to do was make yourself more and more restless. You think you had fallen asleep at around two in the morning, and by the time you woke up you were still being held by Xavier, his grip so tight around you that it would be impossible to go anywhere without prying yourself off of him.

Waiting for him to wake up was always a pain. The man could sleep for days if you let him, and normally you’d be happy to just leave him to his own devices after a long mission, but you were damn impatient. You literally had to work your way out of his arms and it took a solid ten minutes to adjust yourself to get away and crawl out from his grasp. You managed to replace your body with a pillow for him to hug onto, causing you to hold back noises from the adorable nature that was your boyfriend. You did make sure to snap a quick photo though and set it as your new lockscreen wallpaper. You left the room, intent on getting your morning started.

You had been in the kitchen making yourself some coffee when Xavier finally did manage to wake up. The smell of coffee was a gentle wake up call to him as he stumbled out of the room. He rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn as he looked at you with a sleepy smile.

“Good morning…” he murmured out as he settled right next to you.

“And a good morning to you,” you were already pouring him a cup of his favorite brew, “Sleep well?” you managed to ask, smiling as he let out yet another lazy yawn. His voice and eyes were still clouded in sleep as he took the drink from you, sipping on it as he stood in the kitchen.

“I need more…” he finally got out. Sometimes the coffee managed to do the trick in waking him up instantly, but other times it had the opposite effect. The two of you just relaxed in a comfortable silence as the morning rays of sunshine filtered into the kitchen, casting you both in the warm glow. Xavier was the first to finish his drink, sliding his cup into the sink and not bothering to rinse it out, probably deciding it was a problem for Xavier of the future.

You were about to ask him where he was going when he began stumbling out of the kitchen. You had full plans on making some breakfast after the coffee woke you up, but the gentle steps that Xavier took had left you in confusion. It wasn’t often he wouldn’t ask if you were planning on doing something for breakfast. He had barely spoken a handful of words before he left you alone.

Curiously you followed him and, in horror, watched as he crawled right back into bed. You knew that the mission he was on had been tiring, but to just go right back to bed after being awake for ten minutes to drink coffee was a new one even for him.

Still, you had no intention of just letting him fall back asleep. Breakfast could wait until later it seemed as you crawled onto the bed and hovered near him. Your mind went back to what you read and damn you needed to try it out before you lost steam. The image of it was plaguing both your dreams and waking hours and you didn’t want to wait a second more.

You crept closer to him and laid on your stomach until you were facing him. Xavier noticed immediately and slowly opened his eyes as he hadn’t managed to fall asleep just yet. Even in his tired daze he could tell something was on your mind and he was always a good and thoughtful boyfriend who would stay awake reluctantly if you asked him.

He still looked tired as he smiled at you, “Hey, what did you need?” it came out so soft that you almost wanted to cry. He was so adorable, so perfect, so sweet, so gentle…so everything. Xavier could see how you practically melted onto the mattress at just hearing his voice, giggling softly at your demeanor. He knew the effect he had on you, and he would probably never get enough.

Instead of giving him a proper reply you had found yourself leaning over to him, pressing gentle kisses along his cheeks, then trailing down to his jawline and what you could reach on his neck. Your arms were caging him onto the mattress as your lips left featherlike kisses all over his neck. It was nothing salacious, just a gentle moment. Xavier began carding his hands through your hair and humming while appreciating the feeling of you all over him. A small gasp left him as you pulled the top of his shirt to the side so you could nip at his neck, which was arguably one of the most sensitive areas on his body.

As you came back up you pressed a quick kiss to his lips and looked down at him with a smile, “Can I ask you a favor if you’re not too tired?” you said; you hadn’t realized it but you found yourself changing your tone to match his quiet one. He closed his eyes, and for a moment you feared he would just pass out right then and there.

“Anything you need,” he said, eyes still closed as you kissed him again. He smiled against you as he took the hand he originally had in your hair and moved it so he could cup your cheek gently. He ran his tongue along your lower lip, a silent request for more. You easily went with it as you kissed him properly, your lips meeting him in a lazy kiss which was more tongue than anything. He gently prodded his tongue into your mouth causing you to let you a small moan. He was always so good at this and for a moment you almost forgot what you needed from him.

You stayed like that for a while, kissing your boyfriend and listening to gentle noises that escaped the two of you. The wet smacking of your lips seemed to go well with the sounds of birds chirping out on the balcony of the apartment. You could feel his grin against you as you gently bit down on his lip, a small teasing gesture that he seemed to like as he shifted under you on the bed.

When he broke the kiss he looked up at you with those perfect doe eyes that seemed to shine anytime he looked at you. His cheeks were flushed a baby pink and his lips were now wet and kiss swollen. He looked as perfect as ever and you leaned into his touch when his hand caressed your cheek, “Is it one of those kinds of favors?” his voice took on a teasing lithe despite how drowsy he appeared to be.

“You could tell?” you hummed, closing your eyes and basking in the moment.

Xavier’s soft laugh filled your ears as he spoke up, “It’s not hard, all I have to do is look in your eyes and I can tell when you want something more,” it was a fact that he often used to his advantage, even in public situations. You couldn’t count the amount of times you had been at a work function and he took your hand and led you away from the others just to indulge in said look.

“I was wondering,” you went to cup the hand on your cheek and looked at him, “Would it be alright if I tried to make you squirt today?”

The way Xavier’s eyes seemed to widen made you chuckle. He swallowed a lump in his throat as he seemed to process your words, “You want me to…what?” He finally got out, his voice a little hoarser already at just the thought of what you wanted to do to him. He sounded so confused, but in the back of his mind he was thinking of all the things that might have caused you to ask this.

“I want to make you squirt,” you stated, “Want to see if I can do it. I read some articles online and saw a few videos…I think I can do it,” you knew he would give into your whims without much fighting, in the end this arrangement would technically be working more in his favor. He just had to lay there and let you play with him for a bit, and if he managed to squirt then that was awesome, if not at least he would get to cum a few times before going back to sleep.

It was easy to see the cogs in Xavier’s head turning as he thought over the proposal. It wasn’t uncommon for you to switch up who was on top and who bottomed. It was almost like a game at times, and sometimes you both would get to play each role in a single night. This experiment meant he would be bottoming, and at the moment it didn’t seem bad. He was still tired and a bit sore from his mission, so letting you do all the work seemed just fine in his eyes.

“How do you plan to do it?” was the only thing he could say in response. You seemed to light up then went to sit straighter on the bed. Xavier propped himself up on his forearms as he looked at you curiously, almost intrigued by how your entire demeanor shifted at him asking for the game plan. You seemed like a kid who just for a present they had been begging for with how you shuffled excitedly on the mattress, allowing it to dip under the new pressure.

“All my research says multiple orgasms in a short time frame. A few talk about g-spot stimulation as well so we’re gonna play around with it a bit,” you began and Xavier was already feeling himself getting wet at just you saying this. It was normal for you two to make one another cum several times in a single session, but the ‘short timeframe’ wasn’t something you two explored in your relationship just yet.

“Alright, and?” He coaxed and it was clear as day he wanted you to give him every explicit detail. You swore after getting him more into erotic literature he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to hear everything you planned on doing to him. You could turn him on instantly just by whispering in his ear about how you were going to bend him over the couch and fuck him brainless.

You leaned over and licked your lips, “Well first off I want you to sit on my face,” you said, watching as his breath caught in his throat, “I think I can get you to cum at least twice just from that. Then I want you to lay back and let me play with that pretty pussy of yours, maybe get out a toy, or I can just fuck you on my fingers,” your eyes trailed down and you could see how he was squeezing his thighs together now. You had to stop yourself from reaching in your pocket to feel the bullet vibe you had put in the hoodie you had stolen from his wardrobe. You’d be using every device you had to see this man squirting all over the bed.

“If that’s what you want, I won’t say no…” he went to cover his mouth and look away, but your quick hand managed to grab his wrist. He let out a quick gasp as it was pinned next to his head, watching as you hovered over him with a semi-serious expression.

“I do have one condition though,” you said and he looked at you, his lip almost pouting. If he thought he could get away with just giving you a pleading look…well normally he was right. In this situation though, you weren’t about to let him use that cute begging voice of his so he could get out of any ‘condition’ that didn’t seem favorable for him.

“What is it…?” his voice was a breathy whisper as he looked at you with big blue eyes, clearly wanting you to start whatever it is you planned for him. He was already squirming underneath you, and if you didn’t start touching him soon he would probably lose it.

“I don’t want you to hide those pretty noises of yours,” you said, your voice dropping a little bit into a seductive timber, “I want you to be loud enough that we’re getting noise complaints later on, okay?”

His entire face was flushed, but he did manage to nod. You smirked at him and decided that would be enough. There would be plenty of time to have him crying out your name, for now you needed to work on getting him undressed. He had far too many clothes on for your liking and you wanted to press your hands against that smooth skin of his, and feel every muscle tense under your careful touch.

You got up on the bed and wrestled around in your nightstand. You grabbed one of the many towels you kept on hand and unrolled it. Without needing to say anything Xavier adjusted himself to let you lay it down underneath him. While he was going to be sitting on your face for the first half, you’d no doubt be laying him down later. With how wet he got you knew if you didn’t do this then there would be a lot of clean up to do later. As soon as that was all settled you got into a new position so you were hovering over him.

Your hands went to the hem of his briefs, slowly pulling them down and a groan escaped you as you saw the small string of slick that snapped as you pulled them off. He was always so easy to get wet especially when you were taking charge. He was nice and slick for you, and all you had done was kiss him and tell him how you wanted to fuck him.

“So fucking wet already, huh baby boy?” you asked as you tapped his hips so he’d lift them enough and let you glide the offending article of clothing elsewhere. Your hands trailed up to the shirt he had put on before bed. It was a white turtleneck with sleeves going halfway to his palms. It was a gift you had gotten him a few weeks back since it had a little star design on the front of it. It was a little baggy like most of his clothing, and he more often than not opted to wear it to bed instead of outside.

Instead of taking it off you just hiked it up to expose his chest. You couldn’t help yourself as you leaned in, pressing gentle kisses on his chest and blowing cool air onto one of his nipples. You chuckled at hearing the gasp that left him as you pressed a kiss to it before taking it into your mouth. Xavier’s chest was always so damn sensitive it had him moaning in a matter of minutes.

Your hand came up to pinch his other nipple, and he was already trying to grind his hips up into you. You chuckled as you swirl your tongue around him, listening to his cute whimpers as his hand went into your hair, giving it a gentle tug. You let out a groan from the pressure of his hand and he tugged again just to hear more from you.

You popped off of it and ran a finger over the pretty light brown nipple, your thumb pressing down on the now hardened bud. For a brief moment you remembered a trend of people getting their partner’s tip color painted on their nails and you wondered if he’d notice if you got your colored the same tone as his nipples…a thought for another time.

Xavier tried using the grip on your hair to pull back against this chest, but you forced yourself to stay in place, “Xay Xay, I need you to behave,” he let out a whine as he released his grasp of your hair and allowed you to go back to work, doing whatever you wanted to him.

Xavier let out a shuddering moan as he watched you give his other nipple the same treatment, working it until it was a nice, hardened bud under the tip of your tongue. Once you let off you looked at his now glistening chest with a satisfied smirk. His chest heaved with labored breaths as he shuffled under your intense gaze, not knowing where to go or look in the moment.

Your hands were now free to trail over his legs and you looked down at the soft thigh highs he had put on, “By the way, I absolutely adore these,” you said while grabbing the material and pulling on it so you could watch it snap back onto him. The white socks were soft and fuzzy and you knew for a fact the bottoms had little paw prints on them. It had been another gift for your precious boy, anytime you went out and saw something that reminded you of him you had to snag it and see him wearing it.

“You were the one who insisted I wore them last night for bed,” his voice already sounded wrecked and you hadn’t even properly gotten started. His legs shifted as he tried getting them away from your grasp, but your hands were quicker as you held onto his soft, sock clag thighs.

You then opted to lay your head on the soft thigh highs and smiled up at him, “Well ya, I had this planned since yesterday afternoon. I wanted to make sure my ear muffs would be nice and warm…plus I heard wearing socks can make orgasms more intense,”

He bit his lip at the statement, adjusting his legs once more as he tried to get more comfortable on the bed. You leaned into his upper thigh that wasn’t covered by the sock and pressed a kiss on it, and then in a brief moment of need you sucked a harsh mark right onto his thigh. It had him moaning, his thighs trying to close at the sensation, but your hand kept them in place.

You trailed your hand between his legs, feeling his slick pussy on your finger tips. It glided along the lips of it until you found his clit and applied enough pressure that it had him rolling his hips into your touch with a little whine. The small keen he let out along with his attempt at pushing himself closer only solidified how adorable and needy he could be in moments like these. He became so submissive the moment you took on an authoritative tone with him.

“Awe, did you want more?” you asked as you pressed a kiss over the mark you had left on his thigh. He let out another whimper at your comment and you chuckled, “Words, sweetheart, gotta use your words,” the gentle reminder would probably be lost later on. He always stopped talking the moment things started to feel good, so you were used to coaxing him into speaking now. The few times you had placed a gag over his mouth were his saving graces from having to speak.

“Yes, please, more,” he managed to get out, but the way your finger was making lazy circles on his clit wasn’t helping his train of thought. He was always hyper sensitive whenever you touched him, and today was no different with how his eyes were already rolling back from your miniscule touches.

“Well I can’t say no to that,” you said as you took your hand away. You licked at the slick coating your finger and groaned at the flavor. How the man always managed to taste so sweet was beyond you. If there was one thing you would never get tired of, it was the taste of his cunt. There was always something just so unique about it, almost like it was out of this world. You could remain buried between his thighs forever if he let you just so you could enjoy the sweet ambrosia that was him.

Xavier looked almost offended when you had taken your hand away, but the look soon changed as he watched you gather up some pillows for neck support then laid down on your back. You motioned for him with grabby hands which caused him to let out a chuckle. “Come on, hurry up, I want you in my mouth like right now,” you whined. The switch in your demeanor was amusing as he looked at you waiting patiently for him to sit himself over your face.

Xavier got up onto his knees and adjusted himself until he was hovering over your head. You were already grabbing his thighs and playing with the taut flesh, giving him a playful squeeze in the process. “Is this alright?” he said as he slowly lowered himself.

His cunt was right in your face, but wasn’t making contact just yet as he hovered above you. You looked up at him expectantly and realized he was waiting for a response, “This is more than okay. Now drop down, and if you need to hold onto something I got us a nice headboard for a reason,” you gave his thighs a playful pinch which had him gasping.

He slowly lowered himself onto you and finally you could taste him. There was only one problem, “Xavier,” the fact that you could speak should’ve been his warning. He let out a hum and looked down at you, holding up the shirt that was threatening to slide down his body, “I said,” you grabbed his thighs tighter, “to sit,” you had dragged him down until his entire body weight was resting on you.

The moment he was finally on you, your mouth had gone to work. You didn’t waste any time as your tongue began laving at his sopping cunt, slurping up the juices that were all but dripping down your chin already. Your hands now grabbing his ass in a bruising grip as you forced him to grind on you, your tongue hitting his clit as your tongue went into his hole. You let out a satisfied groan as his weight rested over you just right, the softness of his socks encompassing your ears.

Xavier’s head was already spinning at this, feeling your wet tongue pressing against his insides. At times you wished it was longer so you could hit his g-spot, but even without it you could feel how much he was enjoying himself. His hips were already moving to grind on your face and you let out another groan of your own at how easy the glide was. His cunt felt velvety soft as your tongue continued working, teasing the outer areas until you positioned yourself at his clit.

The whimpers and moans leaving him seemed to almost bounce off the walls of the room, along with the sloppy noises as you lapped at his pussy. Your mouth formed a sucking around his clit and you could hear the rustling of the headboard as he gripped tightly onto it. You had to stop yourself from chuckling at his response as he whimpered as your mouth worked on his clit just the way he liked it.

You looked up and saw he had his eyes closed, mouth opened as he panted. A slight sheen of sweat was already forming on his forehead as he continued trying to grind himself onto your face. Your tongue lazily played with his clit and you watched the scrunch of his eyebrows as he concentrated on the sensations. His face was scarlet at this point and you could almost see the hot puffs of air escaping his lips while he panted. He bit down on his lower lip in an attempt to stay quiet, something you had explicitly told him not to do.

In response you slapped his ass harshly, making his eyes open in surprise while he got locked into eye contact with your own. Without even saying anything he knew what you wanted as he let out another pretty, breathy moan. The sounds he made gradually increased in pitch after that as he stopped holding them back.

You went back to pressing your tongue inside of him, allowing his hips to just grind and use your face for his own pleasure. His thighs were already shaking around your head as he brought him closer and closer to the edge with every stroke of your wet muscle inside of him. He was so pretty like this, becoming an absolute wreck in a matter of minutes all because of your mouth. You hadn’t even began finger fucking him yet and he was close to the edge.

Seeing Xavier cum was always the prettiest thing, how his eyelashes fluttered and his mouth opened to let out a loud, needy whine. His thighs clenched down on your head like a vice and you could feel his pussy throbbed against your tongue. You shook your head, letting your tongue brush against his clit to help him ride out his high. His juices flowed freely out of him and into your mouth as you drank him in, enjoying everything he could give you.

His head dropped back down to look at you as he felt his high starting to ebb away. Your mouth didn’t let up in the slightest, still pressing into his pussy and using your nose to rub against him. It had him gasping and you could see how his knuckles turned white from the grip he currently had on the bed post above your head. His breathy moans started turning into almost pained whimpers as he realized he was being overstimulated, and he looked back down at you while trying to form a coherent sentence through it all.

“W-wait,” he managed to grit out, “I-I need hah-a mo-moment, mhm,” he tried begging, but you were currently too pussy drunk to care. The heady taste of him on your tongue was too much as you switched up to sucking on his clit again. You took one of your hands off his perfectly round ass and worked on a good angle to press into his tight cunt. The glide was all too easy with how soaked he was, your finger easily slipping between his folds and into the warmth of his cunt.

Another gasp escaped him as you began fingering his oversensitive pussy, and he realized exactly how you planned on making him squirt. You’d normally let him have a moment of respite after he came, but at the moment it appeared you wanted to make an absolute wreck out of him. You were able to slip a second finger inside of him and with practiced ease crooked them until you felt the different texture inside of him. His whining only spurred you on in your movements as you made sure to thrust your fingers and crook them right up into that delicate patch inside of him.

His hips jolted and he was back to riding you, albeit this time far more sloppily. Your good boy was always so quick to cum for you, and it seemed this time was no different. After having a first orgasm it was clear his second was creeping up fast on him. The way he was shaking, and how his thighs kept clenching around your head felt euphoric to even yourself. You swore you could cum untouched just by unraveling the man above you. His noises were so loud as he panted your name, trying to get your attention. Your eyes snapped up into his own to look at his perfectly flushed face. His eyes were barely able to hold your gaze as they threatened to close on their own.

“Please, please, hng p-please,” he cried out above you like a chant, taking one hand off the headboard and threading it into your hair. He was trying to tug you impossibly closer to him, your mouth alternating between sucking harshly on his clit and pressing your tongue in circles around the pert bud. All you could do was hum, sending vibrations straight to his clit as you continued abusing his g-spot with your fingers. His voice cracked as he tried speaking, but instead all that came out was a whine and something akin to babbling that you couldn’t make out the meaning for.

He let out a cry as he came a second time, entire body shuddering at the intensity. His hips riding your face to perfectly as you continued your ministrations, not deviating from what was clearly working on him. The feeling of his cunt tightening and pulsating around your fingers had you groaning into him as you lapped up his release. He was still reduced to just speaking in small babbles, words forming but not being able to finish as they were stopped by his moaning.

Your chin was absolutely covered in his slick at this moment, and it only had you licking your lips as his orgasm started to end, those pretty moans turning into whimpers from how your tongue lazily licked his release. You pressed a quick kiss to his clit before you started working him up and off your face. As much as you wanted him to keep grinding on you, you had other agendas to fulfill right now. You wanted to watch in 4k how his pussy squirted everywhere, and from this angle it just wouldn’t be the view you were hoping for.

Xavier got the memo despite how clouded his thoughts were at the moment, and began sitting up on his knees again. Before he could get comfortable you were grabbing him by the waist and flipping him onto his back, right over the towel you placed earlier. The bed creaked under the sudden shift and you watched as he bounced from the force of the maneuver as his eyes widened to look at you. It was often you manhandled him, but he always seemed to like it if the way his ears turned bright red was anything to go by.

He let out a gasp at the sudden shift which was followed by a needy moan as you began peppering his thighs with more sloppy kisses. You used your leverage to push his legs up and hooked them over your shoulders. You sat up looking at him as you took in the current position. He looked so enticing, the flush he had went down to his chest and he was panting as he looked down at you. He already was looking wrecked and you were curious how far you could push it. After you made him squirt, what was stopping you from grabbing the strap on and just drilling him into the mattress?

He was so cute you couldn’t help yourself as you turned to his unmarked thigh and bit down on it. He let out a squeal from the sudden pain, almost whining as you licked at the now clear bite mark on his thigh. You chuckled and smirked up at him, “You’re so damn cute like this, I had to leave a new mark on you babes,” you cooed, kissing the bite. Sometimes you hated how fast he could heal in just his sleep, the marks you lovingly put on him always going away within a day or two. On the other hand, it gave you excuses to have him like this so you could refresh all your love bites.

“You always say that…” he panted out, wanting to close his thighs, but with their current position he knew he wasn’t going to be going anytime soon. You still felt the muscles tensing up and you ran your hand over the sock he wore, tempted to rip it off so you could feel his skin around your shoulders.

“That’s because,” you said as your hand trailed over his wet pussy, “It’s always true,” he rolled his hips into your hand at the sensation. Despite his sensitivity, it was clear he was wanting more with how he looked at you hungrily.

With that statement you were diving back between his legs, lapping up his juices as your fingers played with his clit this time. Your tongue pressing into his heat as you let out a mewl of satisfaction. He was responsive to your touch, his legs locking behind you and you felt every twitch he made as he focused on not crushing your head between them.

You glanced up to see his hands thrown behind him, grasping the sheets underneath him as he closed his eyes again. He allowed himself to get lost in the feeling of your mouth pressing against him, playing with every bit you could touch. His back was arching off the bed at this point as he let out cries, his head moving to the side as he tried to look at you through hazy eyes. His mouth opened wide so he wouldn’t try to hide those noises again, his bruised lips glistening and you think you could see a little bit of drool.

You groaned against him, shaking your head to throw him off. It seemed to work as he let out a gasp and you chuckled against his cunt. You moved back to sucking on his clit after then while, working on pushing three fingers and pumping them into his heat. He was squirming underneath you, not knowing if he wanted to get away, or let you continue whatever the hell it was you were doing. All he knew was it was working as he felt a strange sensation in the pit of his stomach that was different from his normal orgasms.

“W-wait,” Xavier tried warning you, squirming and throwing one leg up as he twitched from the stimulation, looking at you with panicked eyes, “F-feels different, please,” he groaned out, rolling his hips into you despite his protests. There was a small panic in his voice as he almost squealed at realizing you weren’t about to stop now that you had gotten this far. Instead of letting it out he bit his lip again to suppress it, which ended up in a whine coming from the back of his throat that you had never heard before.

That was a good sign for you as you groaned into him. You wanted to keep your mouth on him, keep pressing your tongue against his cute clit to see how far you could take this, but you also wanted to see. Have a front row seat when he squirts for the first time. You were certain he never had judging by how surprised he had been, and you were going to see it first hand. You wanted him to be a shaking, whimpering mess by the end of all of this, not knowing up from down with how fucked out he was.

You quickly replaced your mouth with your other hand and began working him perfectly, rubbing his clit in circular motions like you knew he liked. Your fingers began brushing against his g-spot again and he was shaking as his legs fell off your shoulders. They were crooked at the knees, his feet planted on the mattress as he tried grounding himself. His knuckles had long turned white again from his grip on the sheets above his head. He was trying to squirm away from the feeling, and you began making soothing noises and talking to him.

“Come on Xavie, just go with it, bunny,” you said gently, trying to get him to just let go with the feeling. From your research you knew it felt different from another orgasm, maybe more intense, and if he didn’t relax he might ruin his own orgasm by being stubborn.

He whimpered out your name as he stared up at the ceiling. It was clear he was attempting to relax and let go, but it wasn’t happening easily. He tried taking deep breaths, but they kept getting interrupted with small whimpers from the back of his throat. Then it seemed it was finally happening as he let out a wail, his ass lifting up a little off the bed. A string of little curses flowed out of his mouth, something he seldom ever did around you. Your eyes widened the moment you realized he was finally coming, the first sign was how he once again clenched on your fingers as you tried crooking them into his g-spot.

You watched as liquid literally burst from him, coating your wrist and arm in the fluid, as well as the towel that was below him. You even felt a little hitting your face from how close you were as you watched in fascination. You had never seen someone squirt in real life, and the moment was almost magical. It was only heightened by the noises Xavier was letting out as he rolled his hips, making a mess out of you and the towel.

Your eyes were wide like saucers as you watched the entrance to his pretty pussy as it glowed. You don’t recall a time where he ever came and it glowed like this. It was a bright yellow tone, painting him gold as he came, his hips rutting into the hand as you pressed down on his clit. It wasn’t hard to work him through his orgasm as he was crying out your name like it was the last thing he’d ever get to say in his life.

Watching him paint the towel and your face in his own release was probably going to be the highlight of your entire life. Not to mention how his evol literally illuminated the entire scene for you. It felt like it was out of some wacky ass fantasy book and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You took your fingers out of his cunt at the last minute just to admire what was essentially a pornographic light show. It was only when Xavier was flinching away from your touch did you finally stop your ministrations.

You watched as Xavier's body seemed to go slack, falling onto the bed as his legs weakly slid down to your sides. You popped your head up and gave him probably the dopiest grin you could muster. You could feel your chin dripping and you grabbed the clean corner of the towel to quickly wipe away the mess on it.. Even then your face still glistened a bit, but you didn’t care. It was the face of a winner, you had succeeded in your little experiment and made your adorable boyfriend squirt. Nothing in life could top this moment.

You adjusted yourself until both of your hands were at his side and you were leaning over his face, “Xavie…your pussy just glowed,” you were certain he had been too fucked out to even notice it, but like hell you weren’t going to tell him about the miracle he just produced between his slick folds. You had been absolutely mesmerized by it. Hell just about everything this man did seemed to captivate your attention, and this moment was no different. He was just too damn perfect for words to even begin describing it.

Xavier took a moment as he looked at you with a dazed expression. For the second time that morning you could see the cogs trying to turn in his head as he processed your words, “I’m sorry…what?” his voice came out as a croak from all the moaning he had been doing. His lip justed out in a small pout that caused you to laugh at the sight of him and placed a hand over his hip, just stroking the skin there lovingly.

“When you squirted all over my face, sweetheart, your cunt literally lit up from your evol,” you pointed out and now he was finally understanding your words. His eyes widening a fraction as he tried to look away from you. That wouldn’t do as you clicked your tongue and repositioned yourself so you could grab his chin and force his face to look at you.

He was able to see the shine in your eyes from how much you enjoyed it, which gave him a little more confidence as he tried speaking up, “Is that…” he finally looked at you with almost pleading eyes, “Weird?” The last part was said in a whisper as he hoped you weren’t judging him. You cooed at how adorable he managed to be and you leaned down to press a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled into the side of his neck.

He went to protest as your hair tickled him, but you were speaking before he could, “Actually it was the hottest thing you’ve ever done,” you pointed out and he let out a whine under his breath. He opened his mouth once again, but then your thoughts decided to blurt out something else, “I want to see it again,” your hands were now on his hips as you squeezed him.

His face quickly snapped over to where you were, looking down at your face as you pressed another quick kiss to his neck, “C-can’t I breathe for a moment?” he protested in a whiny voice and you weren’t having any of that. He had already done it once tonight, so why couldn’t he do it again?

“Um no,” you said and reached into your pocket where the bullet vibe was, “No you can’t,” Xavier’s mouth felt dry at seeing the vibrator. Whenever you pulled that out it only meant one thing…you were going to make him cum until he couldn’t even form coherent words anymore. The morning had only just started, and you were intent on finding every way you could ruin your adorable, whiny boyfriend.

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kiyo-cant-write · 12 days ago

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leona kingscholar arguing w/ a male s/o ✧･ﾟ

I felt like we needed something on this blog with Leona <3

If you see typos, pretend they're not there. I'm writing this instead of letting the mental illness get me (because the admin's having depression atm!). How do I feel better? Ruin Leona's life xD

Summary: [Name] is the s/o of Leona Kingscholar, and what an interesting time that is. Leona is by no means perfect, but he loves [Name], truly. Sometimes, though... The two argue. And it can get heated.

TW/CW: Hurt/No Comfort, Angst

Notes: established relationship, he/him pronouns for the reader, the reader could be cis or trans, the reader is described to be tall/muscular and human with no specified class year, the reader is not explicitly Yuu/Prefect but could be

Guest Stars: Ruggie Bucchi (mentioned, discussed)

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Leona Kingscholar

Leona is not the ideal lover by any means. He needs time.

He is abrasive, rough, and opinionated. He is so stubborn that he will hold a grudge against his partner in a fight.

With a female/femme enby partner, this might be a bit less harsh, but Leona starts out seeing his male s/o as a rival in addition to a partner, sparking arguments early on.

[Name] has to keep up with Leona's moods and his anger.

Leona can be a very tiring partner to have at times.

However, there are advantages to being another man in Leona's life. Leona will not pull punches around his s/o.

He is direct with him and says what is on his mind, even mean things.

However, this can help as it puts things out in the open.

Leona tends to use his s/o like a body pillow (and feel less bad about it as due to their similar size, he isn't crushing them).

Buuut he also thinks that he can push around his male s/o more.

He tends to be rougher with them in every sense of the word.

He isn't even trying to be violent, Leona just doesn't think to control his strength around another guy, thinking he can handle it.

Leona grumbles constantly that his s/o is annoying but he doesn't mean it. He says a lot of things to his s/o that he doesn't mean.

He is still coping with his traditional upbringing as a royal.

Leona is learning how to treat his boyfriend.

[Name] has not yet met Leona's family because Leona refuses to introduce them to anyone. It was by chance that they met Cheka,

Leona doesn't know how his sister-in-law and Falena would react.

Cheka likes [Name] and considers him "Ojitan #2"!!

Leona says he is annoyed about it, maybe he is, but he's also somewhat warmed by the thought of them being close.

It's a little too mushy for him to accept at this point, though.

He never apologizes for his bitchyness with words.

For Leona, it's an act of service or a gift (albeit given a bit carelessly) that serves to be his apology to [Name].

"Ugh. Leona? Leona," [Name] tried before using more energy to increase his volume, "Le-o-na!"

He was out of breath from checking several of Leona's usual spots and not very happy about the current circumstances. And where was Leona meant to be? Class. Where was he now? Not class.

Leona's eyes opened when [Name] called out to him, looking up to see the human's tall frame towering over him from the angle. His eyes said it all, [Name] was annoyed. Great. Leona was about to get an earful from his boyfriend to top it all off.

"Huh? What do you want now, [Nickname]?"

Leona glared at the younger boy from his place amongst the foliage of the botanical garden. Honestly, he just wanted to sleep. He didn't want to be bothered with classes, [Name] be damned.

"Don't [Nickname] me right now. I was checking on you, "[Name] said, a certain level of irritation seeping through, "You have class this period, right?"

He groaned at the mention of class. It was a chore to go. He would much rather be in the garden or somewhere else, sleeping away from all the noise. But few let him enjoy it between Ruggie, [Name], and one time Jack.

"No, not going. Why don't you get back to your own class, huh?"

Honestly, Leona had a point. Or he would have if it hadn't been a teacher who sent [Name] on a Leona Hunt. Professor Trein was annoyed, and that wasn't good for any student. He had asked [Name] to step out of his class with Professor Crewel to find Leona.

[Name] thought to himself, at that moment, that it was a bit odd the teachers singled him out. Still, it made sense given the lack of a Vice Housewarden for Savanaclaw.

"Leona, you need to focus or you'll repeat another year."

[Name] was sure that Leona didn't want that either. Or did he? It was hard to say. Leona didn't like campus, he said it all the time, but he was also dreading his return to the palace... If he was being truthful, [Name] didn't know what Leona wanted anymore.

It was a bit stressful sometimes, sad at others.

"What are you? Ruggie?" Leona snapped, ears twitching in annoyance as he spoke, "Worry about yourself, [Name]."

Ruggie is a what? How dehumanizing...

But he ignored it. [Name] didn't have the time. Onto the next.

"No, but Ruggie did tell me about the risk of being held back," [Name] admitted awkwardly but with no less frustration than earlier, "Can you just go sleep in class? Your professors are asking me to get you now."

He wasn't even sure what he was arguing anymore. He didn't want to be his boyfriend's parent, but here he was, feeling that way. He knew Leona would just sleep wherever he was, so it wasn't like it was a big ask to send him to a classroom... Was it?

[Name] just wanted Leona to succeed. It was painful to see someone he had grown to love ruining his reputation amongst the faculty and students alike. It wore on [Name]'s mind as it continued.

"You don't get to tell me what to do," Leona said, voice rising slightly, tail flicking in annoyance he now failed to conceal.

"Then who will?" [Name] asked, "Our professors don't even want to deal with you so they sent me to do it!"

When Leona didn't say anything, [Name] took a step closer, testing his limits and ignoring the voice in his head telling him to just back off like he always did and leave it for another day. He didn't want to. he couldn't let Leona do this to himself anymore, not again. Maybe he would listen...

"Leona, I don't know what else to do other than chase after you," [Name] told him, "I want to help, I do... But I can't say anything else. Or do anything either. I'm doing all I can and it's not working."

Leona remained silent.

"What do I do now?" [Name] asked him, voice coming out with just a slight tremble to it as if he was at his breaking point and he was.

"Leave?" Leona said as if it was the obvious answer, "Just go."

"What?" [Name] managed to ask, "What did you... Leona?"

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Leave, [Name]. I told you not to get involved with me," Leona told him in a drawl that dripped with indifference, exasperation even.

"Leona, you can't be serious—"

[Name] didn't get to finish his sentence.

"I am, don't test my patience."

[Name] wasn't sure if he was offended or not.

Leona wasn't listening at all. Did he hear any of this?

"Leona, I'm your partner, can't you listen to what I have to say?"

As Leona ignored him,[Name] felt a bit desperate.

How could he fix this? What would it take?

"I said," Leona's voice cut like a blade, "Leave. Now, [Last Name]."

"I..."

But a moment later, [Name] fell silent, fists clenched at his sides for a moment before the tension released. He exhaled. Like that, it was over.

"Fine. Be that way. I was just... trying to help."

Leona's brows furrowed as he looked away, not wanting to see the other man walk away from him. He shouldn't have said that. He should've kept quiet. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut? Now they were going to be all upset at him tomorrow. They'd scold him again, act like his mother, just about.

What happened next was somewhat Leona's own fault in the end. And there he was wallowing in self-pity, refusing to acknowledge the truth of the matter even as he felt the ramifications of his actions.

It was [Name]'s own fault, Leona would remind himself the next day when [Name] didn't meet him for lunch and Ruggie gave him the most bewildered look he had seen on the hyena's face in a while. He should have known not to get involved in Leona's business. Stupid.

It's his fault, Leona would repeat for the next couple of days, refusing to comment when Ruggie asked him again, "Where's [Name]?" Leona didn't care, or he wished he didn't. Those thoughts pounding in his skull didn't mean anything. Not a bit.

He was lying to himself. He missed [Name]. Leona wanted to be able to listen to him talk about things, ask him for little favors, and keep him close. Leona wanted to feel the closeness that they had had...

But he wasn't ready to be wrong.

Would he ever be ready to see past his own ego?

Imagine the rest for yourself~

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First Meetings with.. (One Piece Edition)

Part two with Zoro, Robin and Luffy Part three with Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy Part four with Benn, Shanks and Smoker

A tumblr exclusive collection of little reader insert drabbles - these won't be going on my AO3, these are just for the feral people of this wonderful hellscape

Requests are open for x reader things! I will write basically ANY kind of reader - male, female, non-binary, gender neutral, trans, disabled, black, white, latino, asian, neurodivergent, etc

I'll probably do more over time but here's three to start with - Ace, Law and Sanji. Readers are all gender neutral, but for Sanji reader is fem presenting (so he would be nice)

"Well hey there gorgeous." A voice said behind you, startling you to the point of hitting your hand against the counter in front of you. You were just minding your business, attempting to buy some food for the week, when some random guy had appeared behind you. You had half a mind to turn around and give him a piece of your mind, when the shopkeeper's eyes widened, and whispered his name. Fire Fist Ace. The pirate. "Who do you think you are?" You asked, turning to face him with a scowl. You wouldn't attack him outright, but you were not happy with the look on his face (now that you could see it) and wouldn't let it go. "Your future boyfriend, hopefully." Ace replied, and you scoffed. You turned back to the shopkeeper and bought your groceries, before making to leave the store. Ace followed behind you closely, making no secret of the fact that he was there.

"Are you lost?" You snarked, rolling your eyes at Ace. He was persistent, you'd give him that. "Oh no, just hoping you'll look at me like that again. You're perfect." "You're disgusting." You grumbled, although you'd certainly never been called perfect before, and in another circumstance you wouldn't be mad about it. "Hey, now that's harsh." Ace replied, but he was laughing as he said it, clearly unphased by your displeasure being directed at him. You took off walking again, not walking toward your place since you didn't exactly want to lead him straight to it.

Ace, to his credit, continued to follow you and eventually began to just talk. He seemed to be able to talk forever, uncaring whether or not you were listening - though you were. He was a pirate, pretty high bounty, almost a warlord, he had a little brother who he was stupid proud of, and an even bigger family waiting for him back on his main ship. "While this is all very nice, are you going to leave me be any time soon?" You asked eventually, back on the main street of the town once again. "Are you going to tell me your name?" That was all? You told him your name, utterly exasperate it. "Well, gorgeous, you'll be seeing more of me soon." With that, he took off in the opposite direction of your home, with a swagger in his step, happy he'd gotten what he wanted. You kind of hoped that you would be seeing him again soon - you liked him, reluctantly.

You weren't even hurt that badly. The guys were gone, and you were managing to stumble home just fine. You had a first aid kit in the kitchen that would be able to patch you up, and then you could go to the doctor when you had the time and had gotten some sleep. It was too late to go see her now.

As you stumbled down the dark street, clutching walls for stability, a man began to approach you. "Fuck off! Not in the mood." You snarled, clutching the broken shard of glass you'd gotten in the fight, a strip of your shirt wrapped around it to protect your hand. "You're injured." The guy stated flatly, and then you'd hit a stalemate. "Duh?" You said, still brandishing the shard in your hand. "I can fix it. I'm a doctor. Don't have to drop the glass, but I'd prefer if you didn't stab me." The supposed doctor drawled. He seemed.. familiar. Something about him just sparked recognition in the back of your mind, and that put you a little on edge. "You're familiar - why?" You questioned, shuffling backward to get a little further away from him while you waited on his answer. "I'm Trafalgar Law. My bounty poster is on the wall you're clutching." The pirate doctor pointed out, nodding toward it. Well, that made sense. Surgeon of death you'd heard him called - so at least that meant he was a doctor right? "Alright. But one wrong move and you'll be needing your own medical care." You threatened, and Law just half nodded. He knelt down in front of you to look at your wound, then pulled some bandages from a pocket in his coat. He wrapped your leg, doing so in complete silence and without hesitation. When he was done, he stood again and grunted as he nodded.

"Should be fine now. It'll hurt to walk still, but less risk of infection." He summarised, stepping around you to continue in the direction he'd been going. "Wait! Why did you do that?" You asked, spinning quickly on your good leg. "You're cute." He said simply, a small smirk on his face. He lifted his hand, said a word you didn't hear, and then in a flash of blue light he was gone.

You'd bumped into him entirely by chance, and gotten talking. He was a nice guy, he was sweet if a little much when it came to women he saw. You didn't mind - you could see that his intentions were good, for the most part. He offered to pay for a drink for you, since you'd narrowly avoided colliding with him outside of a bar, and you'd accepted. He let you order what you wanted, and he paid, not even blinking. It was second nature to him. He was kind, and offered endless compliments that you withstood with a smile on your face - you weren't quite used to such a bombardment of affection.

He disappeared after an hour or so, but returned the next day. You'd tried to ask where he went, but he danced around the question and asked you on an official date. You'd had a nice enough time the day before, and so you agreed.

He took you to a restaurant, it was classier than you usually allowed yourself to go to with a modest amount of money, but it didn't seem to be any object for him. He told you that he wouldn't compromise on good food, and allowed you to order anything you'd like, with no concerns about how many beri it would set him back. It felt nice not to worry about it for once. You ordered starters, then mains, with drinks flowing easily between you, and then a dessert to share to end the experience. You'd been there for hours, but with the money that you'd spent, no waiter could argue.

The conversation between you was easy and light, he was enraptured by your every word, he couldn't help it. He looked at you as if you'd hung the very stars in the sky. "All I've done is talk. I know almost nothing about you." You said to him, and Sanji laughed awkwardly. "I suppose so. But I'm afraid there's not much to tell." He said, and just as you'd been about to argue, a woman with orange hair came bursting into the restaurant calling his name. You looked at him with wide eyes and stood quickly. "No! She's not-" Sanji said hurriedly. "How much of my money was spent on this date?" Nami demanded, fire in her eyes. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realise you were-" You attempted to say to the woman, hoping she wouldn't direct her frightening anger at you. "Oh you're gorgeous. Well played cook, didn't think you had it in you." She praised, and then bewildered confusion fell over you. "Oh Nami, your praise is a balm on my heart." You rolled your eyes and folded your arms, raising an expectant eyebrow as you stared at Sanji, waiting for an explanation. "I'm a pirate. She's our navigator, and.. treasurer I suppose." He explained, and you sighed. "So you're not staying." "I can't." Sanji agreed, with a sad smile and nod. "But we're not leaving for another few days. So have fun while you can." Nami said, giving you a wink and Sanji a firm punch before turning to leave the restaurant.

Fun. You could do that.

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